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Another illustration of one of my fanfictions Becoming a Burner. Yeah Motorcity! Good stuff.
Here's the tidbit from the fic that goes with the image:

"With that the ex-cadet turned and made his way directly to the woman with the two children who looked at him curiously. Without pausing he removed his large blue and white jacket and placed it over the babe in her arms. She gazed up at him in surprise, her confused eyes surprisingly beautiful for a woman her age.

"It's going to be a chilly night ma'am" he said with a smile "you'd best keep that little one warm.

She looked down at the large bloodstain covering his left side. It was much more visible now that he was only adorned in his white t-shirt.

"No" she said, though he noted how she cuddled her baby deeper into his large jacket, still very warm from his own body heat. "You'll need it" she argued.

"Ma'am, I've got nothing else I can give to help you people. Don't let me leave with my head hung in shame."

She looked about to cry and he was surprised at how much that touched his heart. A part of him wanted to cry as well so before he let it get to him he quickly arose and made his way out from the group.

"Thank you" he heard her whisper just before he made it out of hearing range."

Perhaps I should stick to art, but I just love telling stories so hush.

If you feel like reading the story, here's the link [link]

Description
Another illustration of one of my fanfictions Becoming a Burner. Yeah Motorcity! Good stuff.
Here's the tidbit from the fic that goes with the image:

"With that the ex-cadet turned and made his way directly to the woman with the two children who looked at him curiously. Without pausing he removed his large blue and white jacket and placed it over the babe in her arms. She gazed up at him in surprise, her confused eyes surprisingly beautiful for a woman her age.

"It's going to be a chilly night ma'am" he said with a smile "you'd best keep that little one warm.

She looked down at the large bloodstain covering his left side. It was much more visible now that he was only adorned in his white t-shirt.

"No" she said, though he noted how she cuddled her baby deeper into his large jacket, still very warm from his own body heat. "You'll need it" she argued.

"Ma'am, I've got nothing else I can give to help you people. Don't let me leave with my head hung in shame."

She looked about to cry and he was surprised at how much that touched his heart. A part of him wanted to cry as well so before he let it get to him he quickly arose and made his way out from the group.

"Thank you" he heard her whisper just before he made it out of hearing range."

Perhaps I should stick to art, but I just love telling stories so hush.

If you feel like reading the story, here's the link [link]